Poems in April

There’s a Poem-A-Day challenge going on at Writer’s Digest, if you’re interested. Here’s one of my favorites: Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! AndContinue reading “Poems in April”